
Haven’t I met you before,
From across a closed door?
In a dream,
Kind of forgotten?
In a verse still to be written?
In a note
Not yet sung?
In a word that hung
On my lips, unsaid
Or patiently sat
In a book I haven’t read?
In the footsteps
That tread
In a memory unlived?
In the smoke of a fire
Which never was lit?
In a scent that faded
Ere I even smelt it?
In a touch so soft
Only my heart
Ever felt it?
In a cloud
That sailed unseen?
In a sigh, unsighed
Of what-could-have-been?
I haven’t met you, are you sure?
In a life never lived before?
Note: There is something hauntingly romantic about old ruins. And when these are situated in a village which is supposed to be the ‘most haunted place in India’, one’s imagination runs wild. A memory – glimpse of a veil, a whiff of a scent, a touch of the breeze – the birth of a poem, dedicated to Bhangarh, a small village in Alwar District in Rajasthan.
pictures of the haunting ruins and your poignant words…